In the hush of January 2023, I was not merely single—I was shattered. The previous two years had carved me into a hollow shell, leaving behind only the ache of endurance and the painful, unbearable question: Will I ever feel alive again? I longed for more than barely surviving. I wanted more than drowning in silence.

And yet—something stirred.

With trembling fingers and a fractured heart, I began to write—not for posterity, but for survival. I turned to the page like a prayer, and in the hush of those dark hours, I began chronicling my intimate encounters—not as mere memories, but as precious jewels to treasure. I cloaked my lovers in the robes of ancient gods, and cast my own awakening in the sacred language of legend. Names were hidden, but the truth burned bright beneath every word.

What began as a desperate act became a resurrection.

With every touch, every breathless surrender, I rediscovered my body—not as a battlefield, but as a worshipped temple. In that sanctum, I found her: a radiant spirit, long-repressed. My Inner Goddess. And as I came to know her, she rose—glorious, untamed, insatiably alive.

Then, in the searing heat of summer 2024, Jack appeared—not as a conqueror, but as a calm tide. Patient as my impenetrable walls slowly melted. Now, a boyfriend in name and a frequent, delicious presence on these pages, he claims nothing. He allows me to remain unbound, my wings stretched wide, my hunger unashamed.

As time and affairs pass—each dripping with sacred lust and aching devotion—my stories are recorded faithfully here, for you.

This blog is no ordinary diary—it is an altar.
A collection of whispered confessions and mythic longing.
Part memoir, part invocation.
A celebration of feminine hunger, and the freedom to feel without shame.

And now, as we enter Year Three, 2025, the story deepens.

Will you read on?
Will you surrender to the myth with me?

Spotify – Year of the Inner Goddess